She drummed a beat with her fingers as she sang that song. It was hard for her to remember. That had already been established by the doctor. But every time she was here she couldn’t help but try. She did it all the time. Nothing came out of it. When her visits were normal, there were times she knew who she was, but couldn’t remember her being here previously. She would ask how she was doing, ask about her father. If he had come back. She couldn’t imagine her father showing up right now and wanting to put himself in her life now that she was rich and famous.

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